Christina Henry

Jun 162016
 

Alice was a Magician, albeit one who did not know very much about her own magic. She was escaping a City that hated and feared Magicians, which was one of the reasons why she didn’t know so very much about it. Alice was tall and blue-eyed and a little broken inside, but her companion didn’t mind because his insides were more jumbled than hers could ever be.

She wished she could do something magical like in a fairy story—make a carpet to fly on, or summon up a handy unicorn to ride. It seemed very useless to be a Magician without spectacular tricks at hand.

At the very least she would have liked to be able to summon a bicycle, though the thought of Hatcher balancing on two wheels while holding his axe made her giggle. Anything would be better than this tunnel, an endless, narrow semidarkness with no relief in sight. She never would have entered it had she known it would take so long to get out again—three days at least, by her reckoning.

Alice thought it must be close to that long, although they had no true way to determine the passage of time.

They slept when they were tired, ate what little provisions they had left in the sack Hatcher carried. Soon enough they were hungry and thirsty, though it had become a familiar feeling and therefore just another discomfort. Food and water never seemed to be a regular occurrence since their escape from the hospital and its regular delivery of porridge morning and night.

During the long walk Alice dreamed of the open fields and trees that she would find at the end, a beautiful verdant land described by Pipkin, the rabbit they rescued from the Walrus’ fight ring. Anything, she thought, would be better than the crushing fog and darkness of the Old City.

Hatcher, in his own Hatcher way, alternated between moody silence and fits of mania. When not brooding he would run ahead of Alice and then back again over and over until he was white and breathless. Sometimes he stopped to box with the walls until his hands were bloody, or take chunks out of the wall with his axe. It seemed to Alice that there was more brooding and less running about than usual, though to be fair he had more to brood on.

He’d just remembered he had a daughter, more than ten years after she’d been sold to a trader far to the East. It wasn’t really his fault that he’d forgotten her, because the events of that day had turned him from Nicholas into the mad Hatcher he was now. Alice suspected that there was guilt and anger and helplessness all churned up inside him, and these feelings mixed with his dreams of blood and sometimes she saw all of this running over his face but he never spoke of it.

And, Alice thought, he’s probably a bit angry with me for putting him to sleep when it was time to face the Jabberwocky.

Alice didn’t regret the decision, though she knew it didn’t suit Hatcher’s notion of himself as her protector. Hatcher had a tendency to swing his axe first and think later, and as it happened, no blood-spilling had been required to defeat the ancient Magician.

She felt the reassuring weight of the little jar in her pants pocket, deliberately turned her mind away from it. Soon enough the Jabberwocky inside would be dead, if he were not already.

The tunnel, which proceeded along level ground since the initial entry into the Old City, sloped abruptly upward. It was then that Alice noticed the lanterns set at intervals had disappeared and that the interior of the cave was lightening.

Hatcher trotted up the steep incline while Alice labored after him, tripping several times and clawing in the dirt to push her body upright. Everything always seemed much harder for Alice, who was not as strong nor as graceful as Hatcher. Occasionally it seemed that her body was actively working against her progress.

When they finally emerged, blinking in the sunlight, Alice decided her disposition was not well suited to a life underground.

She crawled over the lip of the cave entrance, half blind after days underground and squinting through slitted eyes, expecting the soft brush of grass beneath her fingers. Instead there was something that felt like very fine ash, and a few scrubby gray plants poking brave faces toward the sun.

Alice forced her eyes to open wide. It took much more effort than it ought to; her eyes did not want all that glaring light and kept stubbornly closing against her will.

Hatcher ran ahead, already adjusted and seemingly glorying in the freedom after the constraint of the tunnel. She was aware of him as a half-formed shadow through her partially closed lids. He stopped suddenly, and his stillness made Alice struggle to her feet and take a proper look around. Once, she had she almost wished she hadn’t, for this wasn’t an improvement over their recent tunnel life.

They had emerged on the side of a hill that faced what must have once been an open meadow, perhaps dotted with wildflowers and trees and filled with tall grasses. Now there was nothing before them but a blackened waste stretching for miles, broken only by the occasional mound or hill.

“This isn’t what we expected,” Hatcher said.

“No,” Alice said, her voice faint. “What happened here?”

Hatcher shrugged. “There’s no one around to ask.”

Alice fought down the tears that threatened as she looked at the blight all around them. There was nothing to cry about here—no criminals kidnapping women, no streets lined with blood and corpses, no Rabbit to steal her away.

It’s only a wasteland. There’s no one here to hurt you or Hatcher. You can survive this. This is nothing.

Perhaps if she repeated this to herself often enough she could make it true. This is nothing, nothing at all.

But the promise of paradise beyond the walls of the City had sustained her, the dream of a mountain valley and the lake and a sky that was actually blue instead of gray. To have been through so much and discovered only this burned-out land seemed such a poor reward that crying seemed the only reasonable option. She let a few disappointed tears fall, saw them drop into the ash beneath her feet and immediately disappear. Then she scrubbed her face and told herself that was enough of that, thank you very kindly.

Alice walked around the hill to see what lay in the other direction. The New City sparkled in the distance, its high walls and tall white buildings shimmering on the horizon. Caught within the ring of the New City was the blackened sore of the Old City, completely encircled by its neighbor.

“I never realized it was so big,” Alice said as Hatcher joined her. His burst of energy had passed and he was subdued again, though by his troubles or by the landscape Alice did not know.

The combined Cities were a vast blot upon the landscape, stretching into the horizon. Of course it must be tremendous, Alice thought. It took them many days to cross from the hospital to the Rabbit’s lair, and still they had seen only a fraction of the Old City. The close-packed structures of the Old City had, somehow, made it seem smaller.

“Now what to do?” Alice muttered, returning to the cave entrance. Hatcher trailed behind her, silent, his mind obviously elsewhere.

They had counted upon being able to forage for food and water once they escaped the tunnel, but that seemed impossible now.

“There must be a village or town somewhere,” she said to Hatcher. “Not everyone in the world comes from the City. And there must be something beyond this blight, else Cheshire and the other Magicians would not have been interested in maintaining the tunnel.”

Hatcher crouched and ran his fingers through the dark substance that covered the ground. “It was all burned.”

“Yes,” Alice agreed. “But burned unnaturally, somehow. That doesn’t seem like ordinary fire ash.”

“Magic?” Hatcher asked.

“I suppose,” she said. “But why would a Magician want to burn all the land in sight? And how recently has all this occurred? It seems the burning goes right up to the edge of the New City. How was it that the City was not burned too?”

“Whatever happened, you can be certain that no one in the City was told of it,” Hatcher said.

“But the residents of the New City,” Alice said. “How could such a thing occur without their notice?”

“You once lived in the New City,” Hatcher said. “Did you notice anything that you weren’t told to notice by the ministers?”

“No,” Alice admitted. “But then, I was a child when I lived there. I didn’t notice much beyond my own garden, and my governess, and my family.”

And Dor, she thought, but she didn’t say it aloud. Little Dor-a-mouse, scuttling for the Rabbit. Dor, who had sold Alice to a man who’d raped her, who’d tried to break her. Dor, her best friend in all the world.

Thinking of Dor made Alice remember their tea party with the Rabbit and the Walrus, and the enormous plate of cakes, beautiful cakes with high crowns of brightly colored frosting. She’d give anything for a cake right now, although not one of the Rabbit’s cakes, which had been filled with powders to make her sick and compliant.

For a moment she wished for one of Cheshire’s magic parcels filled with food, but then remembered that such a thing would require a connection to Cheshire that she didn’t want.

She might be able to summon up food for them. Her only excuse for not doing such a thing before was that she wasn’t yet accustomed to the idea of being a Magician. Perhaps, when they were far from the City, she could search for another Magician, one who might teach her. They couldn’t all be terrible, couldn’t all be like the Caterpillar and the Rabbit and Cheshire and the Jabberwocky.

She must stop thinking of the Jabberwocky. The wish had said she would forget him, and he would die because of that. So she needed to forget, because she never again wanted to see the results of the Jabberwocky’s rage. The streets of the Old City lined with bodies and rivers of blood, those streets utterly silent, nothing living remaining except her and Hatcher.

Much like this, really, Alice thought. Just her and Hatcher and the burned land.

Sitting in the ruins of what was probably magical fire, remembering the horrors committed by those men in the Old City, the belief of the existence of a good Magician seemed naïve.

“Maybe power corrupts them,” Alice said.

It was a frightening thought, one that made her suddenly reluctant to try any magic at all. She’d spent years under the influence of drugs that made her think she was insane. She was only just learning who Alice was, what it was like to be her own self. She would rather use no magic at all than become someone unrecognizable.

“Power corrupts who?” Hatcher asked.

“Hm?”

“You said, ‘Maybe power corrupts them.’”

“The Magicians,” she said. “We’ve yet to meet a decent one.”

“Yes,” Hatcher agreed. “That doesn’t mean they don’t exist. In the story Cheshire told us, a good Magician saved the world from the Jabberwocky. At least for a while.”

“Of course,” Alice said. “I’d forgotten.”

“It’s easy to forget the good things,” Hatcher said, and this statement seemed to set off another fit of brooding. He sat back in the ash and began idly drawing with the point of one of the many knives he carried.

Alice decided to leave him to it. Hatcher wasn’t voluble at the best of times, and forcing him to talk would only leave them both irritated.

It couldn’t hurt to try a little magic. They obviously weren’t going any farther at the moment, and Alice was hungry.

The only magic she had performed thus far—on purpose, anyway—had been in the form of wishing. She’d wished the Jabberwocky into a butterfly; she’d wished the connection between herself and Cheshire broken. A delicious meal should only be a wish away, then.

Alice sat a few feet away from Hatcher and his drawings. She noted that he wasn’t merely idly tracing shapes in the dirt. There appeared to be a pattern to his work, and the pattern was growing larger and more complex. He was on the balls of his feet now, crouched like a monkey, darting to and fro as he added to the design on the ground.

“What are you doing?” she asked, curious.

He grunted at her, and Alice frowned. Well, if he is going to be that way about it. She deliberately turned her back on his activity and concentrated on her own task.

First, she thought with a thrill of anticipation, what to wish for?

Alice had a terrible sweet tooth, one that had not been suppressed in the least by ten years of bland oat porridge. Her first instinct was to wish for plates of cookies and cakes, and a large pot of steaming tea and pretty china cups to pour the tea into. But that was not a practical wish. Even Alice knew that they could not walk for miles on nothing but frosting and butter.

What, then? Something that would pack up easily in Hatcher’s bag, and not spoil in this bleak, hot landscape. It was very hot, Alice realized. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead and upper lip and trickled down her chest. The tunnel they’d left was cool and dark. Now the full scorch of the sun made the shirt and jacket and heavy trousers Alice wore cling to her skin, which resulted in her being more cross and more uncomfortable than she already was.

She took the jacket off, transferring the little knife she always carried to the belt of her trousers. She put her hands in front of her, palms down, though it felt a little foolish to do so. Alice had an odd idea that the magic would come out of her hands. She closed her eyes and focused hard on what she wanted.

“I wish for . . . six meat pies,” she decided. “And a dozen apples. And a jug of fresh milk.”

She opened her eyes and peered under her hands. Nothing. Only fine grey ash, and the hot wind lazily blowing it in little swirls and eddies.

Alice frowned. Now, why hadn’t that worked? She kept her hands in her lap this time, and repeated the words, staring at the blank space in front of her intently.

Again, nothing. She realized Hatcher had ceased his frenzy of activity and peered over her shoulder.

“I don’t think it works like that,” Hatcher said. He sounded almost normal, like the fever that seized him had passed.

“What do you know about it?” Alice snapped. She felt a little embarrassed, like she’d been caught being naughty.

Hatcher shrugged. “As much as you, I suppose. Or probably less.”

“Then why do you think it wouldn’t work?” Alice asked.

“You’re trying to make something out of nothing,” Hatcher said. “When you wished the Jabberwock into the jar as a butterfly, you were using the Jabberwock himself to start with. When you broke the connection between you and Cheshire, you were breaking something already in place. You didn’t start with nothing.”

Alice frowned. “And what about when I pushed the Jabberwocky away from you? I made something out of nothing then.”

Hatcher shook his head. “No. You used your own fear, your own love, and you pushed it toward the Jabberwock.”

“I’m hungry and thirsty,” Alice said. “Why can’t that make food, then, if love and fear can chase away a monster?”

“You’re the Magician,” Hatcher said, and he waited to see what she would do.

RED QUEEN will be released July 12, 2016!

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Audible audio edition here

Titan Books UK edition here

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May 252016
 

Will you be at Phoenix Comic-Con next week? I will! I’m on four panels with many other amazing authors, plus you’ll have lots of opportunities to meet me and have your books signed! Here’s my schedule:

  • Dragons and Rare Creatures : Thursday 03:00 PM – 04:00 PM
  • Location: North 129A
  • With Alyssa Wong, Aprilynne Pike, Gini Koch, Jack Heckel and Todd Lockwood

Dragons will never go out of style! Our panelists wax poetically about the winged creatures and the mythological beasts which influence and populate fantasy fiction today.

  • Signing Lounge – Thursday 04:30 PM – 05:30 PM
  • Trope Talks: Kick Ass Heroines: Friday 12:00 PM – 01:00 PM
  • Location: North 128A
  • With Alyssa Wong, Dan Wells, Django Wexler, Lexie Dunne and Yvonne Navarro

As a protagonist, a woman of action is high in demand. This Trope Talk focus on the allure of woman of action and where she is going next.

  • Signing Lounge: Friday 01:30 PM – 02:30 PM
  • Exhibitor Hall Signing: Friday 04:30 PM – 05:30 PM
  • Mother Flipping Wizards: Saturday 10:30 AM – 11:30 AM
  • Location: North 129A
  • With Bradley Beaulieu, Leanna Renee Hieber, Sam Syke and Victoria Schwab

Everyone loves a good magic system, but what impact does it have on characters? Our panelists will talk about their favorite stories and their favorite wizards from Gandalf to Harry Potter and discuss how magic impacts people on a personal level.

  • Signing Lounge: Saturday 12:00 PM – 01:00 PM
  • Exhibitor Hall Signing: Saturday 03:00 PM – 04:00 PM
  • Guilty Pleasure Tropes : Sunday 10:30 AM – 11:30 AM
  • Location: North 128A
  • With Gini Koch, Patrick Rothfuss, and Tom Leveen

Weird magic, awkward relationships, witty banter; everyone’s got a favorite trope, even if it’s sometimes a dirty word. Our authors talk about the tropes we’re most embarrassed about but just can’t quit.

 

May 252016
 

Some thoughts on RED QUEEN: in ALICE, Alice and Hatcher have to confront their (completely horrible) pasts in order to survive in a very dangerous world. In RED QUEEN, I’m exploring what happens after you’ve been through something that traumatic. What interested me was how they survived, how they learned to deal with what had happened to them, and how they become whole people again – not putting it behind them, necessarily, but learning how to incorporate what’s happened into their new, changed selves. Of course there is still darkness and danger, but RED QUEEN is not nearly as dark as ALICE. It also draws more from fairy tale inspiration than the original Alice books, although Carroll remains a strong influence.

Apr 122016
 

Now that everything has been signed, sealed and delivered I can finally share this announcement about my next two projects:

“Christina Henry, acclaimed author of ALICE, sold LOSTBOY, the origin of Neverland’s most famous villain, Captain James Hook, and HIS MERMAID, a tale of magic, mermaids and P.T. Barnum, to Rebecca Brewer at Ace by Lucienne Diver of The Knight Agency.”

LOSTBOY will be released in the summer of 2017, and HIS MERMAID in 2018.

Feb 222016
 

Chicago Comic and Entertainment Expo is coming up soon – March 18th to 20th at McCormick Place! I’ll be on two panels this year – one on Friday and one on Sunday – and both panels have signings afterward. I hope to see you there!

My Kind of Fantasy World!

Date: 3/18/2016

Time: 3:00 PM – 4:00 PM

Location: S402

Description: We love Earth, yes we do! But…when you close your eyes at night, or your mind drifts in an important meeting, or you just want to do anything but what you are doing now…where does your imagination take you? Are you sitting with astronaut Mark Watney on Mars looking at the stars? Are you fighting sea monsters alongside Percy Jackson on a ship out to Sea? Or learning how to ride your broom in time for a game of Quidditch with Harry Potter. Join authors Judd Winick (Hilo), Arwen Elys Dayton (Traveler), Jeffrey Brown(Lucy and Andy Neanderthal), Bob Proehl (A Hundred Thousand Worlds), and Christina Henry (Chronicles of Alice) as they discuss their favorite fantasy worlds in books as well as discuss the writing process of how they created their own fantastical worlds and characters.

Speakers: Judd Winick   Arwen Elys Dayton   Jeffrey Brown   Bob Proehl   Christina Henry      

Signing: 4:15-5:15 PM, Table 21

 

Ode to Sidekicks

Description: Frodo wouldn’t have made it to Mordor without Samwise Gamgee, and Daenerys Targaryen owes her success to her fire-breathing buddies. Harry Dresden & Bob, Rachel Morgan & Jenks, and Batman & Robin–they work so much better together than separately. More often than not, sidekicks are the ones responsible for getting our heroes across the finish line, so join a panel of authors as they shine a spotlight on some of the best unsung heroes of SFF: the humble, yet completely essential sidekicks.

Date: 3/20/2016

Time: 12:00 PM – 1:00 PM

Location: S405a

Speakers: Kelley Grant   Lynne M. Thomas   Judd Winick   Christina Henry   Arwen Elys Dayton   Lexie Dunn

Signing: 1:15-2:15PM  Table 21

Jan 282016
 

I was interviewed by Alex Dolan on Thrill Seekers Radio (part of the Authors on the Air network) a couple of days ago. The interview will be broadcast live here on Monday, February 1st at 1pm ET.

If you miss the live broadcast the interview will be available as a podcast/download here.

I had lots of fun doing this (although I was a little rambly – I was nervous!) so I hope you tune in.

Also, ALICE is now available in audiobook format on Audible – the link is here.  I’ve only listened to a little bit of this but the narrator, Jenny Sterlin, is fantastic so I hope you enjoy!

And in case you missed it – ALICE was one of Barnes & Noble’s Bestselling Science Fiction and Fantasy novels of 2015

It was also one of Amazon’s Best Books of 2015 in Science Fiction and Fantasy!

And finally, ALICE came in second in the Goodreads Choice Awards for Best Horror. Thanks to everyone who voted!

Dec 042015
 

I’ve got a little teaser for readers to celebrate the cover reveal for RED QUEEN!

Alice remembered a story one of her governesses told her, about a little girl who went into a house that wasn’t hers. She sat in three chairs and tasted three bowls of porridge and rolled in three beds. And for being too curious (and, Alice thought, very rude) the little girl was eaten up by the bears who lived there. She repeated this story to Hatcher, who gave her a curious look.

“Are you worried about bears?” he asked.

“Well, no,” Alice admitted. “But the moral remains. Considering the type of person we’ve encountered since we escaped, I wouldn’t want to make assumptions about the owner of any of these houses. We might go to sleep and wake up to discover a madman with a knife leaning over us.”

I’m the madman with the knife,” Hatcher said.

RED QUEEN will be released July 12, 2016!

Add RED QUEEN to your Goodreads list here

Preorder RED QUEEN from:

Mysterious Galaxy here

Barnes & Noble here

Amazon paperback here

Amazon Kindle here

Books-A-Million here

Kobo here

Indiebound here

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Oct 302015
 

Since Halloween is my favorite holiday I’ve decided to give away a signed copy of ALICE! What do you have to do? Tell someone about ALICE on Twitter or Facebook and tag me (Twitter: @C_Henry_Author or Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorChristinaHenry) when you do and you’ll be automatically entered. Or you can tweet your best super short Halloween story with the hashtag #scaryshort, or leave a two sentence Halloween story in the comments of the Facebook post about this contest. Contest closes at 12:01am EST on Nov 1st.